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Postcards from Bilbao

From Meneo – Welcome

A spot to live in
To fail
To rise
A land to be
To meet people
To gather
A place to grow
To love
To touch
A playground

From Eider Corral – The Basque Norway

At the very entrance of the city, cod boats coming from Norway could not pass Olabeaga because their drafts made it impossible to get any further up the river. The fish was unloaded in the neighborhood and stories of that time speak of sailors looking for fun after months of life at sea, who temporarily inhabited Olabeaga where they left descendants.

From Vudumedia – Bilbao Song

Bill’s beer hall in Bilbao
Was the most fantastic place I’ve ever known.
On the dance floor the grass grew high,
Through the roof the moon was shining green
And the music really gave you some return on what you paid.
Now they’ve cleaned it up and made it middle class
With potted palms and aspree,
Very bourgeois, very bourgeois,
Just another place to put your ass.
They’ve cleaned up all the booze and broken glass,
On parquet floors you can’t grow grass,
They’ve shut the green moon out because of rain
And the music makes you cringe now when you think of what you paid.
Hey Joe, play that ol’ song they always played.